And then there's the art, tea and cake, the garden and music; in no particular order and with fun … then there will be days when there is no order and or fun. Either way my day posts from the print room, the cafe or the bike (which incidentally is usually parked in the garden when not in use) will be tempered accordingly

Saturday a celebration of a spoon and old tin can ….

This week has been joyous; it began seamlessly and conveniently as the weekend finished! On Tuesday, my new Monday, a parcel arrived from Brazil;quite a surprise. It was a lovely opportunity to celebrate, as we do, with wine and a takeaway. Like Pandora’s box there were some delights but my favourite, by far was a empty bean stew can! Feijoada is a stew, traditional in Rio de Janeiro. I enjoyed the vegetarian alternative while in Rio and since at home, neither perhaps enjoyed as they should be; nonetheless succulent and reminiscent of my other home.

A Carioca would not be seen dead buying a can of beans. But my daughter on a trek in the mountains beyond the city, needed a convenient option while without the required pressure cooker.

Then, knowing my passion for suitable or even less suitable containers she popped it in the post!

I was doubly pleased as I had found a rather nice but expensive walnut spoon that needed ‘space’ to be pricey … no spoon of my of such worth will go in a cupboard! I have learned over the years, when justifying an extravagant indulgence, is to have a ploy. The spoon can double up as a baren while pressing lino, cuts when not serving as cereal scoop!

So today, join me as I celebrate, parcels, spoons, feijoada, recycling and what we will , with love!

I love containers as well. This one is lovely, as are its contents. And how wonderful is it that your daughter both knows that about you and took the time to send you an empty can. Precious objects…Judy